My Son In Amerikay

A long time ago in the county Mayo, this story it first began
Before this land was finally cured by the First Economical Plan
A brave young man had to leave his home and sail all over the sea
But he got well paid on the job and he stayed at the shores of Amerikay

He got on very well but he sent nothing home and his mother began to think
That may be he’d run away with a blonde or spent all his money on drink!
She wrote him a letter enquiring a news it up and sent it straight away
And upon the cover she carefully wrote “To me son in Amerikay!”

Well, the postman collected the letter she wrote and he drove in his van to Cork
Where he placed it on board on the ship at Cobh that landed it in New York
It there with the whiskey and everything else – the mailbags lay on the quay
And among the rest was a letter addressed “To my son in Amerikay”

And American postmen, I needn’t relate, they are rather like me and you
And when at last to this letter they came, they didn’t know what to do
Well they looked up all the official lists, and these had nothing to say
There was no directory could help them to find her son in Amerikay!

So it laid at the office for years and years and it made all the boys a laugh
Until one day it found some use – in the training of the staff
For every new postman that came on the job it was shown as Example A
That was “Insufficiently addressed to ‘Me Son in Amerikay'”!

But the son he got older and wiser too and one day to himself he said
“Oh, how are things going with me mother at home, and is she alive or dead?”
He walked ’round the blocks to the GPO, where he stood with his cap in his hand
“Well be any chance would there be a letter for me from me Mother in Ireland?”

“Oh Yes! Kind sir – and here it is – we’ve been waiting for you to call!
We knew that someday someone would come from Cork or even Donegal
For two hundred million that are living now in the whole of the USA
For mother in Ireland we finally found a ‘Son in Amerikay’.

Written by Alf McLoughlin

Although “My Son in Amerikay” was written by Alf McLoughlin, one-time Chief Librarian at the National Library in Dublin, Irvine learnt it from the repertoire of Eddie Butcher.

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